"Ha, don't be nervous, your time to offer has come."
The pale elf, with the Dwarf King in tow, walked deep into the castle, quickly arriving in front of a huge Magic Array.
Thirteen cages, crafted by Magic Power, were distributed around the Magic Array, seemingly part of some vile ritual—just one glance made the Dwarf King feel dizzy and nauseous, as if his soul was about to be drawn into it.
"Alright, the third cage on the right, that's your spot, go inside."
The completely controlled Dwarf King walked into the cage without hesitation and locked himself in.
It was only then that he realized that more than half of the thirteen cages were already filled with prisoners.
A Lady Knight with a scarred face, a Devil with a body full of modifications, an Orc lying on the ground with a vacant stare, an old man draped in the robes of an Alchemist... It seemed like all Races and all statuses were present, and each one remained motionless.
